Elena's Personnel File!
~Player Information~
Name: Amber
Personal Journal: thegreatlina
Time zone: MST
Contact: amber.hobble@gmail.com | Plurk: puisneturk
~Character Information~
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII Advent Children Complete
Name: Elena
Age: 28
Canon Point: Mid-way through her torture by the Remnants.
History: [Final Fantasy Wiki] [Regular Wiki]
Personality: From the very beginning, competitiveness and the desire to overcome even the greatest of obstacles was bred into the fair-haired Turk. Daughter of teacher at the ShinRa Military Academy, both she and her sister were driven and pushed to succeed. Elena feels both anger and resentment towards her successful sister in obtaining the coveted Turk status, and it drove her to work harder to prove her worth until, after a series of unfortunate but convenient circumstances, Elena was given the position of a junior member. But, nothing like her sister, Elena was naïve, impetuous and often overeager, cursed with a loose tongue that would from time to time let accidentally loose secret information. With a strong dedication to her job, she took her work much more seriously than her fellow Turks and is often frustrated by the pair’s utter lack of professionalism and devil-may-care attitudes. On the other hand, she both strongly admires her boss for his dedication, strength, and leadership.
Over the course of history and time, Elena grew into herself and her role as a Turk. While her seriousness in her job maintained at the same high-standards, her views on her co-workers shifted somewhat to greater tolerance and understanding. Despite her personal views of Reno and Rude, she had learned to better grasp their personalities - even if Reno is still a jerk. But the naïveté and innocence she’d had as a junior member has been slow worked away by the experiences and missions she’d encountered over the past several years. Less talkative than before, Elena is more protective of her secrets. But old habits die hard and Elena will sometimes find herself stumbling over herself and her words whenever embarassed or caught off guard. It is important to note that since her experience at the hand of the Remnants, Elena suffers a mild form of PTSD, which she helps keep under control by a healthy helping of alcohol and by making a point of not discussing what occured, which may even involve her lying about how she got her scars.
Skills/Abilities: Elena didn’t get those five Elite Emblems for nothing - she’s an excellent martial artist with a strong right hook. That isn’t to say that Elena isn’t capable with a firearm either - she did race to compete against her older sister until deciding to take her own path. Her skills were top notch, but since her experience at the Northern Cavern her aim has suffered, always pulling to up and left. Hours upon hours upon hours at the firing range has helped her become aware of the limitation and how to best deal with it, but that hasn't stopped the problem. Elena has also suffered a little from PTSD, managed by a healthy helping of alcohol to help her get to sleep at night.
First Person Sample:
[The camera shakes, the visual feed showing static and a blur of colors before settling into a clear picture. From what the view can see, the room is dark and gray, dusty from years of abandonment. It's obviously not in a part of the city that is lived in.]
Is this thing on?
[Coming into view is a petite blonde, looking a little frazzled and confused.]
This is Elena and....I don't know where the hell I am. I was in route to Junon to obtain information from Commissioner Tuesti and I must have fallen asleep on the way...
[She runs a hand through her hair, releasing a long exhale.]
What is this place? It clearly isn't Junon. It isn't even some of the rougher parts of Edge.
Something really weird is happening and I've got a bad feeling about this. Reno, Rude? Tseng? If any of you can see this, lets pick a rendezvous point, okay?
[Elena reaches towards the camera and he feed cuts off.]
Third Person Sample: There was little sign of life in the small office that housed the remnants of Shinra Inc. An office for each Turk, a file room, and a break room was all that was required, and all put together it didn’t even take up half of the floor they’d rented. Their once lavish lifestyle was now a cramped existence with close quarters to one another. But there had been no complaint from her, or any of the others. Not even as the holidays came around and it was quickly discovered that there would be no room for a Christmas tree. But she had made do, stringing red and green lights around her door and hanging a wimpy plastic wreath on her door. Anything to bring in some of the holiday cheer, even what little there was left of it.
Even with all the changes in the world, with all the changes within Shinra itself, some things never changed. The workload, for example, remained a steady and familiar constant. That had been a happy welcome; for fear that even the slightest change to the routine would threaten a lapse of falling off the bandwagon. So even as the snow fell quietly against the black of the evening sky, with work piling across her desk, Elena was content. Leaning back, ankles crossing delicately under her seat, she cupped her hands around the still lukewarm cup of coffee she had poured earlier. Where she had first taken it with both cream and sugar, now only one sugar would suffice, if at all.
Hazel eyes moved slowly from the ample piles of work to the slightly fogged window, an amused smile just gracing the corners of her lips. It didn’t snow much in Junon, at least not as much as it did when she had lived in Midgar. Even in that hectic, slum of a city, the fresh white snow was still beautiful and its beauty was - even if momentarily - transferred to the buildings, the streets, and the slums. And while Junon was no Midgar - and may it blessed for never being so - it too was blessed with the snow’s beauty. Elena sighed, allowing herself a moment reprieve to rest her eyes. She’d come in to work at her normal six-o’clock in the morning. She didn’t need to look at the clock hung in the hall just outside her door to know it was pushing well past eight in the evening. The bar was still open, but she’d promised herself to stay put tonight, to sleep in an awkward heap in her second-hand chair and hope she wouldn’t drool on the paperwork that never, ever, left her desk. Opening her eyes once more, she lifted her glass in a silent toast to the full moon outside. To a hopeful new year.
Name: Amber
Personal Journal: thegreatlina
Time zone: MST
Contact: amber.hobble@gmail.com | Plurk: puisneturk
~Character Information~
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII Advent Children Complete
Name: Elena
Age: 28
Canon Point: Mid-way through her torture by the Remnants.
History: [Final Fantasy Wiki] [Regular Wiki]
Personality: From the very beginning, competitiveness and the desire to overcome even the greatest of obstacles was bred into the fair-haired Turk. Daughter of teacher at the ShinRa Military Academy, both she and her sister were driven and pushed to succeed. Elena feels both anger and resentment towards her successful sister in obtaining the coveted Turk status, and it drove her to work harder to prove her worth until, after a series of unfortunate but convenient circumstances, Elena was given the position of a junior member. But, nothing like her sister, Elena was naïve, impetuous and often overeager, cursed with a loose tongue that would from time to time let accidentally loose secret information. With a strong dedication to her job, she took her work much more seriously than her fellow Turks and is often frustrated by the pair’s utter lack of professionalism and devil-may-care attitudes. On the other hand, she both strongly admires her boss for his dedication, strength, and leadership.
Over the course of history and time, Elena grew into herself and her role as a Turk. While her seriousness in her job maintained at the same high-standards, her views on her co-workers shifted somewhat to greater tolerance and understanding. Despite her personal views of Reno and Rude, she had learned to better grasp their personalities - even if Reno is still a jerk. But the naïveté and innocence she’d had as a junior member has been slow worked away by the experiences and missions she’d encountered over the past several years. Less talkative than before, Elena is more protective of her secrets. But old habits die hard and Elena will sometimes find herself stumbling over herself and her words whenever embarassed or caught off guard. It is important to note that since her experience at the hand of the Remnants, Elena suffers a mild form of PTSD, which she helps keep under control by a healthy helping of alcohol and by making a point of not discussing what occured, which may even involve her lying about how she got her scars.
Skills/Abilities: Elena didn’t get those five Elite Emblems for nothing - she’s an excellent martial artist with a strong right hook. That isn’t to say that Elena isn’t capable with a firearm either - she did race to compete against her older sister until deciding to take her own path. Her skills were top notch, but since her experience at the Northern Cavern her aim has suffered, always pulling to up and left. Hours upon hours upon hours at the firing range has helped her become aware of the limitation and how to best deal with it, but that hasn't stopped the problem. Elena has also suffered a little from PTSD, managed by a healthy helping of alcohol to help her get to sleep at night.
First Person Sample:
[The camera shakes, the visual feed showing static and a blur of colors before settling into a clear picture. From what the view can see, the room is dark and gray, dusty from years of abandonment. It's obviously not in a part of the city that is lived in.]
Is this thing on?
[Coming into view is a petite blonde, looking a little frazzled and confused.]
This is Elena and....I don't know where the hell I am. I was in route to Junon to obtain information from Commissioner Tuesti and I must have fallen asleep on the way...
[She runs a hand through her hair, releasing a long exhale.]
What is this place? It clearly isn't Junon. It isn't even some of the rougher parts of Edge.
Something really weird is happening and I've got a bad feeling about this. Reno, Rude? Tseng? If any of you can see this, lets pick a rendezvous point, okay?
[Elena reaches towards the camera and he feed cuts off.]
Third Person Sample: There was little sign of life in the small office that housed the remnants of Shinra Inc. An office for each Turk, a file room, and a break room was all that was required, and all put together it didn’t even take up half of the floor they’d rented. Their once lavish lifestyle was now a cramped existence with close quarters to one another. But there had been no complaint from her, or any of the others. Not even as the holidays came around and it was quickly discovered that there would be no room for a Christmas tree. But she had made do, stringing red and green lights around her door and hanging a wimpy plastic wreath on her door. Anything to bring in some of the holiday cheer, even what little there was left of it.
Even with all the changes in the world, with all the changes within Shinra itself, some things never changed. The workload, for example, remained a steady and familiar constant. That had been a happy welcome; for fear that even the slightest change to the routine would threaten a lapse of falling off the bandwagon. So even as the snow fell quietly against the black of the evening sky, with work piling across her desk, Elena was content. Leaning back, ankles crossing delicately under her seat, she cupped her hands around the still lukewarm cup of coffee she had poured earlier. Where she had first taken it with both cream and sugar, now only one sugar would suffice, if at all.
Hazel eyes moved slowly from the ample piles of work to the slightly fogged window, an amused smile just gracing the corners of her lips. It didn’t snow much in Junon, at least not as much as it did when she had lived in Midgar. Even in that hectic, slum of a city, the fresh white snow was still beautiful and its beauty was - even if momentarily - transferred to the buildings, the streets, and the slums. And while Junon was no Midgar - and may it blessed for never being so - it too was blessed with the snow’s beauty. Elena sighed, allowing herself a moment reprieve to rest her eyes. She’d come in to work at her normal six-o’clock in the morning. She didn’t need to look at the clock hung in the hall just outside her door to know it was pushing well past eight in the evening. The bar was still open, but she’d promised herself to stay put tonight, to sleep in an awkward heap in her second-hand chair and hope she wouldn’t drool on the paperwork that never, ever, left her desk. Opening her eyes once more, she lifted her glass in a silent toast to the full moon outside. To a hopeful new year.